Sonnet for Good

The ocean kneads & shoots,

undertow curling with places to be.

In the distance: sailboats.

A clock tower rings its bells,

sipping up light. Light, everywhere.

Black-eyed susans bend over the water.

Wind knuckles its way down

and helps everyone float.

Sand rollercoasters and sprinkles,

flits down the beach.

Little bugs crawl and take cover,

though there’s nothing to hide from.

I’m meant to be dead.

I mean I didn’t think I’d make it this far.